Bonnie & Clyde
Chapter 1

She smiled, running her fingers through her freshly washed and dried blonde hair, and stretching her freshly shaven legs out across the silk sheets. Nothing could compare to the feeling of silk on smooth skin. It had been a while since they'd stayed in a hotel this nice, a very long while and Beth was enjoying every minute of it. It wouldn't be long before the cops were at the door looking for them. They always managed to show up and ruin a good time. She looked up as Daryl walked into the room and turned on the television. "You've got to see this," he told her, turning on Fox News. Beth sat up, holding her knees and resting against him when he sat beside her on the bed. The news reporter was talking about a robbery that had gone down last night at a Tiffany store. Beth smirked as she listened to the broadcast.

"The thieves, Daryl Dixon and Beth Greene struck this Atlanta Tiffany store last night, completely cleaning it out of its entire inventory, including all of the merchandise in the back of the store. This is footage of the security cameras." She paused for a moment as a video of Beth blowing a kiss to the camera played on the screen. She smirked as Daryl kissed her head. They always made sure to put on a good show. "Authorities are calling them a modern day Bonnie and Clyde. If anyone has any information on their whereabouts they are strongly urged to contact the local authorities and the Governor is offering a substantial reward to anyone who can assist in the arrest of these two."

Beth smirked as Daryl turned the television off again. "A modern day Bonnie and Clyde huh?" She threw the blankets back and climbed out of the bed, wrapping her arms around him. "I kind of like the sound of that."

He smirked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him, nuzzling her neck. "That's because you like to cause trouble." Beth bit her lip, leaning her neck to the side as he started to kiss her skin. She couldn't argue with him, she'd been a hell raiser since the day she was born. She laughed playfully as Daryl picked her up and laid her out on the bed, his hands smoothing over her bare sides. He was reaching around her back, her body arching for him, so he could take off her bra when the loud pounding of the party crashers sounded on the door.

"Daryl Dixon, Beth Greene, this is Atlanta P.D. You have thirty seconds to surrender."

Beth smirked and rolled her eyes. "Always when we're getting to the good part," she complained as Daryl helped her off the bed. He started to pack up everything as she quickly pulled her clothes on. There was only one way they were getting out of the room without the cops catching them and she didn't feel like being on the sixteenth floor in nothing but her underwear. Once she was dressed Daryl handed her one of the backpacks and her gun, giving her a kiss before walking to the window that faced the city streets.

"Ladies first," he said, offering her his hand as he stepped to the side. Beth smirked and let him help her out of the window.

"I think you misjudged the width of this ledge," she told him as she eased her way across the ledge and away from their room. "I don't think this is quite a foot." She looked back at him as he climbed out.

"So sue me," he mumbled, following her across the ledge. There was a fire escape just around the corner they could climb down and run the two blocks to the alley where they'd parked the car. Beth held on to the side of the building tightly as the wind picked up, blowing her blonde curls all around, making it difficult to see. If she hadn't done this two dozen times already she'd be nervous.

When they reached the side of the building she carefully shimmied her body around the corner, turning so she was now facing the wall. If anyone down below saw them, no one said a word. She carefully stepped off the ledge and jumped the two feet to the fire escape, quickly moving out of the way to make room for Daryl. When he landed beside her he stopped for a moment, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. Beth moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing against him. "Tease," she whispered when he pulled away.

He gave her a wink and that smirk of sin before climbing down the fire escape. Beth rolled her eyes and followed him. He was going to pay for that later. He jumped the small gap between the end of the ladder and the ground first, and then held out his arms for her. Beth smiled and jumped down, landing in his arms. He gently set her on her feet before he took her hand in his and they tore off running down the alley. They only had two blocks to go and from the sounds of nothing behind them, the cops didn't even know they'd left the room yet.

They dumped their bags into the back of the 1967 Impala and Daryl slid into the driver's seat. As soon as Beth was in he started the car and pulled out into normal traffic, driving them back home to their little shack in the woods. Beth licked her lips and watched him as he drove. As soon as they were out of the city and the traffic had died down a little she unbuckled her seat belt. He slid her a look. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked. Beth smirked and climbed across the seats, straddling his hips. She nuzzled his neck, making sure he could still see over her shoulder so they didn't crash. "Naughty girl," he groaned out as she kissed and nipped at the skin of his neck.

"It's your own fault for teasing me on the fire escape," she shot back. She slowly eased the zipper of his jeans down and pulled out his half hard cock, pumping it slowly in her hand.

Daryl groaned and dropped his head to her shoulder for a split second before he put his eyes back on the road. "Are you trying to kill us?" he asked.

Beth giggled in his ear, nipping at the lobe and sucking on it. "Just keep your eyes on the road baby," she whispered, wrapping her delicate fingers around him, stroking him from base to tip. He growled and took one of his hands from the steering wheel and eased it under her dress.

Beth gasped her back arching as much as was possible in her position as he ran his fingers over her through her panties. "Two can play at this game baby." She could hear the smirk in his voice as he worked his hand under the panties and slowly eased two of his thick fingers inside her pussy. She moaned and rolled her hips, riding his fingers as best as she could as she pumped him in her hand. "Should have fucked before we took that damn shower," he groaned against her shoulder as he tried to keep his eyes on the road.

Beth laughed breathlessly in his ear and pushed his hand away. "Both hands on the wheel," she told him before grabbing his pocket knife from his pocket. She worked it under her dress and cut her panties off. "You're going to need them." Thankful she was so tiny, she eased his hard cock deep inside of her and groaned her nails biting into his shoulders, laughing lightly when she felt him jerk the car. "Careful baby, this would be one hell of a way to die."

"You're fuckin' dirty," he growled out, jerking his hips up. Beth gasped, her head falling back before she started to ride him as best as she could in the small space. She teased him for miles, speeding up her hips until he was nearly there before slowing back down. Over and over again until one of his hands flew from the wheel and into her hair, fisting in it and tipping her backwards. Beth gasped, then moaned, feeling her back hit the steering wheel. Daryl pulled her legs back so they stretched into the back seat before he started to thrust his hips up against hers, keeping her bent backwards so he could keep his eyes on the road.

Beth cried out his name as her orgasm tore through her. She felt Daryl jerk inside of her before he came, filling her up. He slowly released her hair, resting his head on her shoulder as they panted for breath. "That was either the most dangerous, or the sexiest thing we've ever done," she said breathlessly, climbing off of him and back into her seat, pulling her ruined panties out from under her dress. She leaned over and gently eased Daryl back into his jeans before sitting back and putting her feet up on the dash, crossing them at the ankles.

He smirked and looked over at her as he started to come down from the high. "That was easily the sexiest thing we've ever done."

Beth smirked, looking out the window as they got closer and closer to home. "Bet Bonnie and Clyde never did that."